in the grandiose world
of my fish heart

you are the love of my life

the mole on your forehead
hidden by your shabby hair
romanticized
to sunday morning breakfasts
and japanese jazz
and you treating me to sweets
even with your sour tongue
and smoking in our balcony

our

oh, my silly self

if you ever see this

please ignore me
the real you
resides
in my glass cup
half-full
thirst quenched